My parents divorced when I was either eleven or twelve, and I can't say I coped well at all - involved a short stint in one of those happy homes for children who are at-risk for suicide, and I'll leave it at that.
I've rather obviously made a full recovery, and I rather dislike both my parents for different reasons.
That sounds a bit mild. I actually dislike them quite a whole lot, and if I didn't see them except for once or twice a year, I wouldn't really mind.
They've also recently been quite friendly and lip-touchy with one another, and there's been talk of remarriage.
Of course, neither of them have changed a bit, so it's going to end in another divorce and probably hurt my siblings even more than it did the first time around. (They're fifteen and eleven, respectively.)
With all due respect, fuck my parents.